NOW-
Johanna never showed up that night, which by the reaction of everyone else seemed to be completely normal for her. I'd like to say I put up the fight of my life against these people, but I ate, took a shower and went to bed like a obedient puppy; but every time I shut my eyes I heard him, behind me on the stairs.
Voldemort.
It only took me half way through the meal to realize the boy with the glasses was Harry Potter, the boy who lived, legend did him better than truth. The truth was he was a lanky, jumpy little boy, who had a patch of hair my hand was burning to run a brush through.
"So how do you know what house you'll go to?" The youngest redhead, Ginny, asked me the following morning, apparently she noticed I was just laying in the bed staring at the ceiling.
"What house, what do you mean?" I asked looking over at her confused, pushing my disheveled dark hair out of my face.
"What house you'll be in at Hogwarts," she switched her face in confusion. "Haven't you heard of the houses?" I had completely forgot about the fact that I was to attend a different school. Add that to the list of annoyances over the last few days.
"Well I don't know which one I'll choose,"
"You don't choose, it is chosen for you," Ginny informed me, "All of us are in Gryffindor," Ginny studied me for a moment longer before squinting her eyes at me, "You remind me of someone,"
"At Ilvermorny they choose for themselves," Hermione hissed from the bed above mine interrupting whatever Ginny was going to say next. "They allow you to decide who you are,"
"And Hogwarts doesn't?" I didn't take my eyes off Ginny who was still watching me. "We only choose if more than one chooses us,"
"They already know who we are," Hermione answered. "Which house were you in?"
I remembered back to my first day at school, watching all of the people in front of me choosing their house, two of them had the choice of more than one house. "Addison Parker," The man at the front holding the large list of names to be sorted stepped out of my way as I heard the click of my shoes stepping onto the only wooden part of the floor, a large circle with the Gordian Knot imbedded into it. Four wooded statues stood around the circle it seemed as if they were solid and wouldn't move, but I knew from children previous that they did in fact change. The moment my black shoes were in the center of the knot an overwhelming sensation ran through my veins.
A roar was heard from behind me, and wind seemed to rise from the other, but that all sounded a million miles away compared to the blue light in front of me, it felt like it was burning into my cornea, it was all I could see, the kids and other statues around me disappeared as the blue light took over everything. It wasn't until much later that day I discovered that all the statues had come to life. All had chosen me.
"Horned Serpent," I informed Hermione the memory quickly fading, but never the heat from the light in my eyes. That would always be there.
"That was for the intelligent," Hermione stated to both of us, "Maybe you'll be in Ravenclaw,"
"My Mom was in Ravenclaw," I remembered seeing her blue tie and patch on her robes that she kept neatly packed in a chest she kept at the end of her bed.
"She must have been smart," she jumped off the bed above me and began shuffling through a pile of books in the corner.
"She was, very smart," I agreed sitting up watching her closely, "Too smart to be taken by Voldemort," she slammed the book she was looking at shut and looked at me.
"He is very smart as well,"
"Breakfast!" Molly yelled from somewhere downstairs and both girls bolted towards the door.
"Come on, Mother hates when we are late," Ginny only stopped at the door for a moment.
"I'm not..." I began but she was already gone. I took the opportunity of an empty room to change into my clothes Molly had sat out for me last night after my shower. I pulled my long wavy hair into a pony tail on the top of my head and slipped into my converses.
"Ah there you are," A male's voice jumped me as I stepped out into the hall.
"Sirius right?" I asked the dark haired man after turning to meet him.
"Correct Addison,"
"It is just Addi, my Mom is the only one that calls me by my full name...or she did," wherever she was.
"I bet she hated that nickname," he smirked. "She never wanted to be called by a nickname,"
"She said if she had wanted me called Addi she would of named me it,"
"Sounds like her,"
"Were you friends?" I asked him, they all seemed to know who she was, but were they close?
"Yes, you could say that, we dated for many years."
"I've never heard of you," the rumble from downstairs echoed up the stairs, "Any of you,"
"Annabel wasn't much of a sharer even then," he smiled and lead me down the stairs. "Are you coming?" he turned towards me as I paused on the bottom step.
"I'm not hungry," I informed him.
"Okay then," he walked closer to me and grabbed my hand with his calloused hands, they were extremely rough almost like he walked on them. He took me into a little makeshift living room and plopped down on a chair coated so thickly in dust it flew up and hid him for a moment.
"Tell me about her, my Mom,"
"You don't know her?" he asked as I dusted off a seat across from him.
"Apparently I don't, not this version of her," I couldn't imagine my Mother in a place like this, with people like them. She had always been a loner, tending to her own business and mine. I never had play dates as a child, never went to the muggle zoos or movies. I didn't even have my first friend until my first year of school and even then she didn't approve. Hell I was surprised she let me attend school at all. We were basically shut ins; and now I find out she had all these people in her life, who she had some connection to.
"Annabel? How do I tell you about Annabel Parker?" he leaned back like he was an old man settling in to tell a children's story. "She was a handful, the life of the party," a smile spread across his face, "she was caring, sarcastic, but most of all she was intelligent, very very intelligent. Everyone wanted to be her friend, and she thrived on the attention, she gave James a run for his money." The woman he was describing sounded amazing, fun even.
"You must not be talking about the right person," I informed Sirius, "That sounds nothing like my Mom,"
"I swear to you I am," he leaned forward and pushed a piece of hair that had fallen from my ponytail out of my face. "I wouldn't need to be told who your mother was to know who you are, you look just like her,"
"That is not the woman I know,"
"Things change, life events change a person," he quickly stood up as a knock was heard on the door and the woman from the night previous began screaming.
"What happened to her?" I asked quickly following and grabbing his arm before he could leave.
"Your Father," I loosen my grip and let him leave. Not only did he know my Mother but my Father as well? I knew nothing of him, not what he looked like, or his name. I used to ask as a child and was always shut down, either by her falling into one of her manic rages, or tears and she wrapped me up into her arms, begging for me to accept her apology. I eventually gave up asking, but I had never stopped wondering or researching. Nothing, no mention in any of my records, hospital records. I had searched our house up and down and never even found a picture of a man, I had never found any pictures of anyone, nothing but us.
"Addison?" A female voice pulled me out of my thoughts and a gorgeous woman stood in front of me, she had red hair but was different than the Weasley red, it was deep, full of different tones and she had rich chocolate eyes. "I'm sorry I'm late, things got backed up," she smiled at me and for some reason nerves I didn't know I had been holding slowed.
"Who are you?" I noticed she had on healers robes.
"Johanna," she kept her smile and looked me up and down, "You're beautiful," I could swear her eyes glossed over like she was going to cry. "You look just like her,"
"Thank you," I didn't know what else to say to her.
"Ready to get out of here?" She asked and I noticed she was holding my back pack, the only thing I had from home and I nodded my head at her. She didn't speak to anyone as we left, past Molly who was trying to hush up the screaming painting in the hall, or Hermione and Ginny who was watching us walk down the hall towards the door. "Thank goodness," she took a deep breath as we were back into fresh air and shut the door behind us.
"Now," she asked as she lead me towards the street, and the house behind us seemed to disappear. "I'm starving, what about you?" I wasn't, but I nodded my head anyways and we didn't Apparate like I thought we would, we just walked down the sidewalk towards the small muggle town.
"Do you live here?" I asked from a few steps behind her, she seemed to know exactly where she was going.
"No, but there is a great pancake place here, Severus and I have gone after a few meetings, Muggle's might not know much but they do know good pancakes," she smiled walking slower until I fell into step with her.
"Is Severus your husband?" I asked, she had to be married, there was something about her that just brought calm and warmness to your whole body, if Mom had to have a friend, it didn't take a lot to realize why it was her.
"Don't be ridiculous," her smile fell for the first time since I met her, "He's in love with someone else,"
"Well he's an idiot then,"
"I like you already," her smile spread again, and all of a sudden she was in normal muggle clothing and we continued on our way.
"I told you these were the best," Johanna chuckled as she piled a third pancake on my plate and then hers as well.
"So did you meet my Mom in school?" I questioned pouring a bunch of syrup on the plate.
"No, we knew each other way before then," she took a huge fork full and shoved it into her mouth.
"Like when you were kids?" I can't imagine my mom never mentioning her, if they were friends for that long.
"Our Fathers worked together as Aurors, so our Mothers had no choice but to be friends." She shrugged her shoulders, she had a care free way about her, nothing like my Mom, or the Annabel I knew, she was almost ridged in a way, only let herself be free when it was just us locked safely in our home. "Then we went to Hogwarts together, both in Ravenclaw, after school we worked at St. Mungos together."
"And she met my Father at Hogwarts as well?" I questioned.
"No," she put down her fork, "She met him many years after that," a coldness passed over her face and she seemed to straighten out her back.
"Who was he?"
"Are you ready to go?" she stood adjusting her sweater before putting her bag on her shoulder. "We have many things to do,"
"Did you like him?" I pushed a little further, "What was his name?" I'd take any information about him, anything.
"What do you know about him?" she leaned over the table, staring me straight in the eye, her dark eyes went almost black while she waited for me to answer.
"Nothing, nothing at all," She nodded and started for the door.
THEN-
"Tom, you're hurting me," he was pulling my wrist a little too tightly as we went out the front door of his home, towards the sound of giggling kids in the distance. He loosened his hold but didn't stop his path.
"They are just muggle kids," I said when we got to the clearing where they were playing.
"They shouldn't be here," he narrowed his eyes at them.
"They aren't harming anything!" I wasn't sure what his problem was, from time to time Muggle children always found their way into places they shouldn't be.
"And what are you going to do? Attack them?" I noticed he was now holding his wand in the hand that wasn't around my wrist. "Tom?" I kept my eyes on the white bone wand as he lifted it, my heart sank as the words fell out of his mouth.
"Crucio" The words came out like he had said them a million times as a small brown haired girl fell to the ground and started screaming as the other children ran screaming.
"TOM!" I yelled shoving his back, and the girl just screamed louder the noise rattled my brain, causing tears to form. "TOM!" I pushed him even harder knocking his balance as the girl stopped and my arm fell that he was holding onto. Before I knew what happened his large hand that had hurt my wrist earlier rose and cracked against my face, causing a stinging in my cheek so deep I knew it was instantly red and I fell backwards onto the ground more in shock than anything. Tom had never said so much as 'Boo' to me before and he had just struck me. I pressed my hand against my cheek and felt the heat of it against my cold palm while Tom crouched down in front of me.
"That little Muggle bitch deserved it," he just about spat at me, "Or is that not what your blood traitor lover taught you,"
"What?" I questioned looking up into his eyes, clearer than the skies and the ocean.
"Sirius Black, the blood traitor," he didn't offer any kind of apology or explanation as he turned back towards the girl in the clearing and the most unforgivable words in the world left his mouth and she stopped squirming, she stopped doing everything, forever. "That is what will happen to you, if you try to leave," he didn't look at me as she spoke, he knew he had my full attention. " I love you Addison...forever,"
AN: Let me know what you think? What will Annabel do now? Is that why Addison doesn't know anything about him?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything!